Abstract Landscape Painter.  Rural Dweller.  Lover of Modernist Art and Design.

5 February

Millie runs in from the garden, her coat peppered with snowflakes.  A couple of small showers pass over us before noon.

On the airfield, we see a hare.  It pauses, then runs ahead of us across the green baize of a young crop.  We watch as it travels along the field margin, until it disappears through the hedgerow.  The puddles are thick with ice and my fingertips are beginning to numb inside my gloves.  I need a new pair.

I resort to wearing a woolly hat in the studio - very fetching - and use the time to experiment.  Two large parcels of work lie ready for the courier to collect tomorrow.  Although there is more commission and exhibition work to commence, it is an opportune moment to allow myself the luxury of a few days of working without constraints.  Development sometimes comes through these times of “play”.  If one can shake off the rules of “ought”and “should” and let the subconscious roam free, then new themes / marks / colour combinations, etc., can arise and be carried forward into paintings created for display.

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